Chapter 68 Dead Man

Swooping down from the heights of the hills, in fact, it was not beneficial for the cavalry to spread out the formation. And although it will be difficult to deploy in this formation, the impact of breaking the formation is excellent. This also means that if they can't break through the convoy in one fell swoop, they will die a lot of people without formation, and they will die fast enough.

However, Merlot believed that the impact of the heavily armored cavalry was unstoppable, and that the undead kingdom, which was unable to wear extensive armor due to the lack of natural resources, had no chance of stopping their charge.

Tremble under the iron hoof!

Enjoying the thunderous charge, Melo's heart, which had been washed away by the years, felt excitement for no reason.

He was completely immersed in the charge before the battle, looking at the horse under him with his head held high, he could imagine in his mind the terrifying momentum of the armored war horse when it ran from the dense and heavy sound of the horse's hooves.

Clamping her horse's belly and clenching her sword at her horse's side, Merlot waited on her undulating horse for a brief collision with the convoy. Faced with their heavy cavalry army, which had a higher average strength, Merlot was curious to know how the men of the Undead Realm would resist.

Soon, the distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters.

Without Merlot's warning, the seven men who were at the front with him were already neatly whipping the horses under them, speeding up again for what might be their last dash of the battle, allowing the horses below them to burst into a brief burst of speed due to the sting, so as to enhance their first impact - which also increased their chances of survival.

Under the heavy pace of the horses' hooves, the leaves of the trees in the sea of trees were scattered to the earth, and the soil on the ground floated in the air with the fallen leaves, as if the earth trembled under the charge of the cavalry.

It's just that when the silver-white torrent rushed from the hill at a lightning speed, the steel convoy of the Undead Realm did not make any move when the two sides were less than a hundred meters away.

However, in the next moment, when the distance between the two sides was less than fifty meters, the steel convoy of the Land of the Dead finally lined up a row of armored troops with clowns painted on their helmets, and instead of taking out a new type of strongbow as Merlot had imagined, they threw the strange rectangular bottle in their hands at the front row of the cavalry.

So, in this battle, in which both sides were confident, the first person to die quietly appeared.

The sound of the horses' hooves was drowned out by a series of explosions and rumbles, and after the rectangular bottle hit the ground, countless waves of fire erupted almost simultaneously, and the scorching tongues of fire engulfed the knights in front of them, and the knights who followed them were all swept off their horses, leaving only the panicked horses galloping wildly.

Having escaped the enchanted armor on his body, Merlot felt his eyebrows almost ignited by the ferocious flames of magic as he burst out of the explosion, and the sudden roar made him think his old heart had stopped beating.

Perhaps not yet able to get out of the dizziness of the explosion, he found that all he saw seemed to be separated by a layer of gray smoke, and through this blurred layer of smoke, he saw the convoy in front of him hurriedly lined sideways, and also saw the famous snipers of the Realm of the Dead peeking out of the roof of the car.

Ignoring Merlot, who was still holding a huge shield in front of him, the arrows flew over his head with a sharp breaking sound, and the arrows that brought death let out a scream that pierced the air and scattered in all directions.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pioneer knight who had lucky enough to survive the explosion, and after being pinned in the face by a black shadow that seemed to appear instantly, the knight's head exploded, and the inky black arrow continued to shoot through the skull and further backwards.

As for the knight's headless corpse, after a slight shake on the unsteady back of the horse, it fell weakly from the horse and disappeared into the mud and yellow dust raised by the horse's hooves.

Soon, with only twenty steps left on both sides, and before Merlot could even see the lines on the drawing of the clown, dozens of rectangular bottles that in his eyes were no less than the scythe of death were thrown from the convoy again and fell from the sky.

Knowing that the magic time of her enchanted armor was running out, Merlot tried to lay down and reduce the area of her body from the blast. But when he quietly lifted his eyes from the horse, what caught his eye was a swirling transparent bottle.

He could even see the crimson flames jumping in the bottle, the restless flames were growing in the bottle, and the excited fire element was almost visible to the naked eye, as if to warn him of the danger at this time.

Then, with a bang, Merlot didn't give him the slightest time to prepare, and along with his armored war horse, all of them were overwhelmed by the flames that poured out in an instant, and only the huge roar of the flames bursting in his ears remained.

Blown away by the waves of fire and the wind, he fell heavily from his horse to the earth, and his whole body was hidden in the mud and dust shaken by the horse's hooves, and for a time he could not even distinguish the direction, and could only barely struggle to get up.

Unexpectedly, when he moved his body that gradually regained strength, Merlot suddenly had a new understanding of the quality of bronze-level enchanted armor - after being directly hit by magical flames and falling from a high-speed charging warhorse, he still had nearly seventy percent of his vitality, which was already a perfect expression that could not be faulted.

Although the attack power of the flame bottle was strong, the knights who charged from the hill were completely unaffected by the explosion and flames, and they charged down as they pleased, and the sound of the horses' hooves did not abate at all, and they rushed like a torrent under the attack of fire waves and arrows.

This is also an innate advantage for players, even if they are not elite soldiers in a hundred battles, and their tactics and cooperation are not as good as those of trained NPCs, but in terms of daring to fight to the death, players are undoubtedly the first in the whole game, second only to the low-level undead who have no brains.

So while Merlot was still struggling to stand on his feet, the convoy of the realm of the dead finally made a bloody encounter with the player cavalry, who were not afraid of death.

And at the moment of collision, the two sides were already flesh and blood.

A player knight and the front row of the undead realm heavy armor troops collided fiercely, and when the knight used his momentum to pierce the opponent's whole person with a spear, almost at the same time, a long knife with a cold light slashed the knight at the waist, and the flesh and blood were suddenly sprinkled all over the ground.

It's just that although the battle situation is tragic, the two sides that continue to collide like hammers have not flinched in the slightest, and the war horses in the rear are still continuing to charge, and the successive knights are almost killing through the front row of the undead realm, and at this time, the attack fault caused by the explosion makes the undead kingdom breathe for a moment.

The attack of the new strongbow did not stop, although soon, a new round of knights rushed into the front row again with flesh and blood, but the new strongbow has been silently sniping.

A knight and the sergeant in heavy armor passed by, neither of them intended to let go of the opponent, the cavalry spear and the machete collided violently in an instant, it seemed that the knight with experience in cavalry immediately abandoned the gun and drew the sword, and the golden knight's sword raised his hand to cut off the sergeant's head.

However, he obviously despised the strength of the other party, and as soon as the sergeant wearing seamless heavy armor raised his left hand, a small round shield popped out of his left arm, blocking this heavy slash, and the opponent's right hand, which also abandoned the knife, savagely ripped him off on horseback, and the small round shield smashed directly into his head, and after the crisp sound, bright red blood suddenly flowed out of the gap in the helmet and dripped to the ground.

Without slowing down, the dead knight in his hand was put down, and the sergeant, whose face was hidden in the clown drawing, silently pounced on the next enemy.